There is a place where the sidewalk ends
And before the street begins,
And there the grass grows soft and white,
And there the sun burns crimson bright,
And there the moon-bird rests from his flight
To cool in the peppermint wind.-Shel Silverstein
Tuesday, March 08, 2005
Way back when...
In November I went to my high school reunion. This picture is of my friend Jen Green and I remembering a night that we got drunk off of one whole wine-cooler. Oh, the days.....
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